As of late the
trips have had a very good turn out since the new meets list. Sorry I have not
written up any trip reports of late but the reason is that this confounded word
thing compo machine is at the mill - the place of WORK! And by gum I’m good at
avoiding that!!!!!

Seven of us met at
Valley Entrance on a cool but thank the god’s dry day: My wife to be Abby,
Steve, Gen, Brian, Dennis, Jonathan and me. Whilst getting changed Jonathan
decided to nip up the hill as he was ready before the rest of us…some people
are keen. However, it does help when you go to the right cave, the one listed
at top of the page, not Swinsto.

So on up we went
led at speed from behind by our Grand President. Once up we called out for
Jonathan as he should have by now found the hole in the ground. Yep, call out
his name and up he will pop... soon he will pop up and show us where the hole
is, very soon. Hmm must be here somewhere… Next plan form a search pattern. The
headless chicken search pattern was soon adopted which seemed to work the best.
Still no Jonathan, its cold, must be inside where it’s warm. After a quick pee
break, off on down we six plus one missing ventured. Now I must say sorry to
Abby here as well…… the most delicious breakfast I had at Swindle sports was
now kicking into full force factor fart level one. Probably why Brains carbide
light kept on blowing out! Sorry, Ha Ha sorry be bugger..

It was around the
time when we reached the pit in the floor to traverse over when we concluded
that Jonathan was not amongst us nor would be for this trip. So down to six.

All is well from
here with only the amusing screams echoing down the passage from the little
damp puddle at the bottom of, oh I don’t know its name, Soaking Bollocks Pot.
That sounds OK to me.

Then the next
slight obstacle was Slit Pot. I was greeted with the task of removing some poor
sods twisted abandoned rope which should now be at Bernie’s Café ready to be
claimed. So, after dragging this up and getting it rapped away we were ready
for our amusing turn. I’m not a big chap, but my arse always gets stuck and
without Abby to give me a swift kick up it I’m usually cursing for five mins.
And it’s not fair! Abby and Gen both women with women’s lovely gripsome rounded
women’s bottoms can just nip through as if it were a shopping centre. Phew!
Getting a sweat on now thinking of that. With us three down we were waiting for
Steve. But well, Steve is of the more mature age now and things become a little
stiffer more often. And I don’t mean from watching bums of the feminine nature
as just mentioned.

So it was here
that Brian, Dennis and Steve were abandoned. After a cold wet crawl, up and out
we three emerged from the lidded exit back into the sunlight of a bright cold
day. Not bad going for the White Rose. Only lost four members of the club. Need
some probationary members before I lose any more people.

The End

No sorry it’s not
the end. Forgot. Dennis climbed up and over the top of slit to re hang the rope
for Steve. Took him ages, as he couldn’t decide which of the fifty or so
hangers to use. So, after only about fifteen, twenty mins we were all back safe
and sound.